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Telephone Connection Justice of Peace 



Real Estate, Insurance and 


Boston Office, 10 High St. 

Third Floor East Weymouth, Mass. 

Weymouth High 

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'YVIITH much misgiving do we offer this little 
"Nugget "to our critical friend, "The 

We have given it that name, not for its great 
value, but because we realize it is in the rough 
and lacks the finish and polish of skilled work- 
manship ; still, into it we have put our best en- 
deavor, and we trust it will meet with your 

" Think not a trifle, though 

it small appear ; 
Small sands the mountain, moments 

make the year, 
And trifles life." 

— F. D. 


Editor-in-Chief . 

Associate Editors 

School Xotes 
Alumni Notes . 


Florence D. Prav, 
Edith T. Hollis, 
Margaret C. Reidy, 
Dorothy Hainan, 
. Ruth Powers, 
Helen B. Hunt, 
( Ralph Talbot, 
Athletlcs ' ' *' { Wallace Whittle, 

Business and Advertising Manager . Ralph Talbot, 

Malcolm Canterbury, 
apoleon Bergeron, 

Assistant Business Managers 

j M* 


Habit of Contents! 

1913-1914 Organizations ...... 2 

Editorials . . . . . . **', 3 

Two Assists: Two Errors ... .4 

We're Off . . Florence D. Pray, ' / 4 . . 7 

To the Stars . . Helen Hunt, ' / 4 ■ . . 7 

The Agassiz Museum . Marguerite Beals, "14 . . 8 

School Year Calendar . . . . . . 10 

Athletics . . Ralph Talbot, '15 . . 1 11 

Class of 1914 . . . . . . 14 

School Notes . . Ruth Powers. ' 1 4 . . 17 

Honor List ....... 19 

Mike Stoops to Conquer ...... 20 

Alumni Xotes . . Helen Hunt, ' 1 4 . . 23 

Junior Initialgrams ...... 24 

Graduation Honors ...... 24 

" W" Men ........ 26 

Foot- Ball Schedule, 1914. ..... 26 

Corridor Echoes ....... 27 

1913=1914 <^rgam?attons 







CLASS OF 1914 
Harold Gloster | Secretary 
. Leo Fraher | Treasurer 

CLASS OF 1915 
Reginald W. Bates | Secretary 
Almon Deane | Treasurer 

Parker Whittle [ Manager 

Almon Deane | Manager 

. Leo Fraher | Manager 


John W. Cosgrove | Treasurer 
Robert Ryan j 


Margaret Reidy | Secretary 
Ethel Cain | Treasurer 

"\V" CLUB 
. Leo Fraher | Secretary 

. Edith Hollis 
\< irman Walker 

Norman Dizer 
Avis Loud 

Cornelius Condrick 
Arthur Sampson 
Anthony Cassese 
Mr. F. W. Hilton 

Marguerite Beals 
Florence Murphy 

Harold Gloster 

account of the advan- 
tages of our work here as students. School life is indeed a 
" nugget," and we chip from it what we will. If we are looking 
for those things which tend toward higher ideals and a broader 
outlook on life in general, we have within these walls an ample 
opportunity to find them. It has been said that we get out of 
anything whatever we put into it, and nowhere is that saying 
better exemplified than in school work. 

With the beginning of spring we begin to realize more and 
more the possibilities, still latent, I am sorry to say, of our 
High School grounds. Alumni, as well as undergraduates, 
could do much towards beautifying what nature has already 
so richly endowed. We would suggest, not only the planting 
of class trees by the different classes as each Arbor Day comes 
around, but that money could be raised by entertainments and 
subscriptions to further carry on the work of grading and beau- 
tifying the school grounds. 

The increase in enthusiasm in the different departments of 
the social side of school life must be very gratifying to those 
who have the interest of the school at heart. The Athletic 
Association certainly has taken a new lease of life. The school 
orchestra and special chorus have given the musical part of the 
school an enviable reputation while various clubs seem to be 
making themselves known. It is hoped they will grow still 
stronger as time goes by. 


I ITTING idle at her desk, the teacher gazed up and 
down at the rows of seats with rising emotions, 
i The slight breeze, coming in at the window, flicked 
i the curtain to and fro and stirred the papers in the 

3 file. Faintly a distant, crashing cry came from the 

close-cropped diamond, where active candidates gamboled on 
the green. 

Robert Montgomery Mckee was draped over the back of 
the third seat in the fourth row, in a state midway between ob- 
livion and consciousness. To the left, to the right, behind and 
beyond him rose grim blackboards where a great deal of knowl- 
edge had never found its way, and within which the memories 
of pleasures without, seemed hazy and indistinct in the gloom. 
Giant windows adorned the eastern side and above their panes 
the pigmy world arose in the distance, giving fresh food for dis- 
consolation, grief, and youthful sadness. Long rows of seats 
ran down to the teacher's platform. Enthroned there, Madam 
Hart, the Ancient and Honorable, was opening the lesson. 
Mckee gazed dreamily at the expressionless legs of Bugs Saw- 
yer, in the opposite seat, and listened to the usual sermon. 

"La leqon pour demain — Chardenal, page cent-trente-huit. 
Ecrivez la franqais." Now we will take up today's translation. 
As I have told you before, this class is very far behind the 
other classes at this time of the year and we must hurry ex- 
ceedingly to finish the alloted course. That means you, Mr. 
Brown, as well as anybody else. In order not to waste any time" 
please tell me beforehand whether you have done your lesson 
or not, and if you have not, please come in after school and tell 
me the reason why. Mr. Brown ! Pay attention ! You need to 
hear this as much, if not more than anyone in the class. We 
will now take up the translation on page sixty-two. Traduisez, 
M'sieur Harris." 

Harris scorned to rise, but gave an immediate, vivid, convinc- 
ing excuse. 

" Don't you think you are going too far, Mr. Harris ? This 
is the third time this week that I have called on you and you 
have been unprepared. Sawyer, you go on." 

Sawyer, by several spasmodic efforts, rose to his feet, and 
cocking an eye on his book, he half sat on his desk while he 
painfully translated. 

" Lisez la franqais" said Madam, warningly. 


Sawyer did so. Somehow, when he came to the deeper maze 
of the translation, he began to breathe hard. 

" Sur la voute, et patfois une off rate — 

"On the roof, and sometimes by an-a-a — I couldn't find 
that in the vocabulary." 

"Did you look for it?" demanded Madam Hart over her 

" Huh ?" Sawyer looked at the word as though it was a sud- 
denly discovered continent. 
" Did you look for it ?" 
"Well ! It wasn't in the vocabulary." 
" How do you know?" 

"There's a page of O's missing from my vocabulary." 

"Never mind," said Madam, scanning her other victims. 
" Brown ! Tell him what it is." 

Brown withdrew his gaze from the depths beyond the win- 
dow and looked at her sadly. 

" Miller !" 

" Osprey," said Miller, grabbing his chance. 

" Oh ! Yes ! On the roof, and sometimes an osprey, sur- 
prised in his sleep" — Sawyer halted before: "deployer ses ailes 
et plonger dans V abime noir de la tempete " — " deploys his — er 
— er — Oh — a — and plunges into the dark a — abyss of the 

" Have you studied this lesson ?" demanded Madam sourly. 

Sawyer looked at her with mild reproach, and sat down. 

"Yes?" Madam raised her eyebrows slightly as she put 
down a mark, and then said in usual octaves, " Tucker, go on." 

" I took home the other book last night," said Tucker, "and 
studied the wrong lesson." 

" Well, you come in and see me tonight." 

Tucker objected; but being a teacher, and therefore confi- 
dent, Madam Hart over-ruled. 

" Hawkings," she said, " Lisez la francais" 

" Please, mam," said Hawkings, who was a meek little boy, 
" What's the construction of defiler in line two?" This was 
merely a meandering to gain time. 

" Never mind, sir, we will come back to that later." 

At this, Robert Montgomery Mckee sat up and took notice. 
Such vindictiveness was not usual in the French teacher and it 
made him wonder about his own fate. Besides, he was acutely 
aware of the approaching limited — very limited — portion of 
the lesson that he had studied. So he stirred, sat up, sighed, 
and looked anxiously at the clock. There was only one way for 


Robert Mckee to be a credit to his name and his country, and 
he took it. He glanced out the window, then he coughed, 
moved restlessly in his seat, and looked at the clock as though 
it might be walking away with the wall. Failing in this, he be- 
gan a series of fidgetings, and evinced a sudden interest in one 
of the pictures that hung before him. The teacher eyed him 
over her book, but paused in doubt, and called on Donk Brown 
to recite. Mckee sighed ponderously — an unmistakable sigh 
of relief — but resumed his anxious bearing when Donk fal- 
tered, held his head above water for a few seconds only, and 
then sank despairingly to flunker's depths. Madam Hart took 
a mental stock of her scalps, waited, and then finally said, "con- 
tinues, M'sieur Mckee." 

Robert gave a very creditable start, considering that he had 
been watching her from beneath his lids for the last two min- 
utes. But he remained motionless in his seat. At last he rose. 

"That's it, Mr. Mckee," said the teacher, "It won't cost you 
anything to try." 

Then Mckee gave an exact translation. 

" Why, Mr. Mckee ! I'm really surprised," said Madam, when 
he had sat down. 

Mckee pinched himself, and said under his breath, " Took a 
fall out of you that time, Madam." 

" It's somewhat of a novelty to have you respond at all, but 
— this — How'd you do it ?" Her tone was wholly agreeable. 

Mckee replied languidly that he didn't know. 

"Possible! Possible!" murmured the teacher, "Now turn 
over to page 108. Yes ! Page 108, and apply your talent to the 
translation there. What ? Can't do it ? Not prepared ? Why, 
Mr. Mckee, this certainly is curious. How do you account for 
it ? Thought the lesson ended on page 107 ? Well, I'm sorry. 
I don't see why you can't do page 108 after such a beautiful 

Mckee swore under his breath. 

"Well, you come in tonight and see me. No, a dentist's ap- 
pointment won't excuse you. Come immediately after school." 

When Mckee dragged himself into the room that afternoon 
it was empty, save for the teacher. She was sorting papers, 
and bade him sit down. He did so for one hour. The breeze 
came in at the window and on its breath the scents of spring. 
Shouts came up from the diamond, cries from the walk below. 
The tramp of feet grew less and less heavy in the corridor and 
finally died away altogether. The school grew as silent and as 

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're ®ii 

ARGE bodies move slowly, and the final prepara- 
tions for the departure of the 1914 caravan proves 
quite complicated and confusing. After a long 
Hunt the whip is found to be missing, but Hollis, 
with his ever handy knife, says he will Whittle a 
new one. "Wait for Irene," calls Edith, "She stopped to 
call for Wintfred." " Oh Florence, I just know we'll be too 
crowded when we get the Ry-an the Wh eat-on," moans Lil- 
lian. Well, by the Powers, we have a Young passenger. Let 
him be a Walker. "Here's a Cain to help you," shouts 
Dwver. "Wait for us at the herring brook." "They say the 
(w)HoL(e)BRooK is R(e)illv," moans Susie to Grace. 
" Scoot, Toby, to the Baker. We'll want a lunch." "We can 
call on the Gardner at Nash's Corner for fresh lettuce," vol- 
unteered Tirrell. " He's a New-man and Rosnell says he's 
fine." "Pray tell us if we look presentable," Catherine 
M(e)uses. " Shall we find any wild flowers?" "I can see a 
Marguerite that's not only Wild(e), but Wilder," chuckles 
Catherine, but she's such a Trainer, no one heeds her pun. 
" Here come Ruth and Eleanor. Now we're Reidy. All 
aboard ! My, don't we ' Shine' !" — F. D. P., '14. 


Little Stars, O tell me, pray ! 

Who are you, that sparkle so ?" 
We are but the host of angels 

Sent to Heaven, from earth below." 

Little Stars, what is your purpose 
In God's Heaven, in the sky ?" 

We are sent here by our Father 
To be shining lights on High." 

Little Stars, so bright and holy, 
Shall I be with you some day ? 

Shall I shine so clear among you 

And light the wanderer on his way ?' 

Little sister, you shall join us, 

You shall come some future day 

When the dear, kind loving Father 
Shall have taken your soul away." 

Then, O stars, I' m now contented 

Here, on earth, with friends to be, 

For, through deeds of loving k : nJness 
My dearest wish is promised me." 

— H. B. H.: 14. 

EFORE one can enjoy the Agassiz Museum to its 
fullest extent it is necessary to become acquainted 
with the man who made it possible — Jean Louis 
Rodolphe Agassiz, better known as Louis Agassiz. 
Louis was born in 1807 in the little village of Me- 
tier, Switzerland. His love for nature was shown very earl)-. 
When he was a little fellow he turned the stone basin back of 
his home into an aquarium ; there he made his first collection 
of fishes. When he was ten years old he was sent to school at 
Bienne. Later, Agassiz studied medicine, but before taking his 
degree he changed his course of study to that of natural history. 

His first position was that of Professor of Natural History at 
Neuchatel. Agassiz left this position to accept the Professor- 
ship of Geology and Mineralogy at Geneva. He held this posi- 
tion until his departure for the United States in 1846. This 
journey to America was to be one of exploration in connection 
with his scientific work. When Agassiz left Europe, he ex- 
pected to return in about two years, but he did not return until 
1859, and then only for a visit. Soon after his arrival in Amer- 
ica Agassiz became Professor of Natural history at Harvard 
University. From this time he was closely identified with Cam- 
bridge. When Agassiz accepted the professorship at Harvard 
there were neither collections nor laboratories to aid him in his 
work. The use of an old wooden shanty on the bank of the 
Charles River was allowed him however, and he soon had it 
fitted up for his collections. It also served as a dissection room. 
This fact is worth noting, for here was the beginning of the 
Museum of Comparative Zoology at Harvard. 

Agassiz's great ambition had been to have a zoological mu- 
seum that should be systematically arranged. He was able to 
carry out this desire to a marked degree by the legacy of Mr. 
Francis Gray for a Museum of Comparative Zoology with the 
provision that this money should not be used for buildings or 
salaries, but simply for the scientific needs of such an institu- 
tion. The will also stated "that neither the collections nor any 
building which may contain the same shall ever be desig- 
nated by any other name than the Museum of Comparative 
Zoology at Harvard." This provision has not been carried out 
for the museum is now commonly known, and justly too, as 
the Agassiz Museum. 

This contribution received, Agassiz went industriously to 
work to influence the Legislature to grant money for a build- 

ing. He obtained a grant of one hundred thousand dollars from 
this source on condition that a certain sum should be raised by 
private subscription. The sum of seventy-one thousand, one 
hundred twenty-five dollars was soon subscribed by people 
around Boston and Cambridge. The University granted land 
for the building site. As a result of persistent effort, the Mu- 
seum was dedicated in I860. The collections were immediately 
transferred to the new building, lecture rooms were opened, 
and laboratories were occupied by eager students. From this 
time the lecture rooms were open to women as well as men for 
Agassiz always seemed to have a sympathetic understanding of 
woman's desire to learn. 

The museum was supported by legislative grants and private 
subscriptions but these were inadequate, especially during war. 

The collections were increased in various ways. Agassiz ob- 
tained the aid of consuls in foreign lands, fishing fleets were 
asked to search for specimens, Agassiz's brother-in-law, Thomas 
Carey, aided him in collecting material. In 1S63, Agassiz began 
collecting fishes from the rivers of the world, and was success- 
ful to a surprising degree. The Emperor of Brazil aided him in 
this enterprise by sending him a collection of fishes from the 
Brazilian provinces. 

Additions to the Museum have been built from time to time, 
the latest one which joins the Agassiz and Peabody Museums 
was completed recently. 

The Museum is of advantage, not only to students, but to 
the public as it is open to visitors every day of the week. 

Since Agassiz's time the Ware collection of glass flowers has 
been added to the Museum. In this collection are both native 
and foreign flowers which look so natural when one looks at 
them that one is with difficulty convinced that they are not 
freshly picked blossoms. Adjoining the room devoted to these 
flowers is a room which contains the New England birds. 
There is also a large collection of humming-birds from all parts 
of the world. In the basen^ent, enormous skeletons of extinct 
animals are to be seen. One of the most interesting rooms is 
the one which contains minerals. Some of the most beautiful 
specimens are the collection of agates, the sulphur stone from 
Mount Vesuvius, the meteorites, and the large group of ame- 
thyst crystals of a very deep, beautiful color. 

Agassiz and his wonderful personality continue to live and 
exert their influence through this Museum, his interest in which 
is demonstrated by these words spoken a short time before his 
death : "Oh my Museum ! My Museum ! Always uppermost, by 
day and by night, in health and in sickness — always — always !" 

ikfjool Calenbar 

Sept. 2, 1913. School Opened. 

Sept. 11, 12, 1913. Weymouth Fair. 

Oct. 13, 1913. Columbus Day Celebrated. 

Oct. 23, 24, 1913. Exams. 

Oct. 30, 1913. Junior Hallowe'en Party. 

Nov. 1, 1913. School Convention. 

Nov. 11, 1913. Senior-Sophomore Party. 

Nov. 21, 1913. Athletic Association Dance. 

Nov. 27, 28, 1913. Thanksgiving Vacation. 

Dec. 18, 19, 1913. Exams. 

Dec. 22-29, 1913. Christmas Vacation. 

Jan. 1, 1914. Senior New Year Party. 

Jan. 23, 1914. Senior Dance. 

Feb. 9, 1914. Monday Club Lecture, Lucia Ames Mead. 

Feb. 19, 20, 1914. Exams. 

Feb. 20, 1914. "The Egyptian Princess." 

Feb. 23, 1914. Washington's Birthday Celebrated. 

March 13, 1914. "The Egyptian Princess" repeated. 

April 1, 1914. Mrs. Mary Chandler Atherton. 

April 15, 1914. Junior German Surprise Party. 

April 20, 1914. Patriot's Day Celebrated. 

April 23,24, 1914. Exams. 

May 29, 1914. Memorial Day Exercises. 

June 11, 12, 1914. Exams. 

June 18, 1914. Graduation. 


V. Gorman 

G. Langford 
C. Condrick R. Talbot 

E. Condrick F. Vender L. Callahan L. Fraher (Captain) 
K.Richardson R. Reilly A. Cassese (Mgr.) H. Gloster F. Mauro J. Cosgrove (Coach) 

The success of the Base-ball Team seems to warrant its heading the 
list of School athletics this year. This spring, under the guidance of Mr. 
John C. Cosgrove, a team was developed that defeated some of the most 
powerful High School teams in the state, and which deserves the cham- 
pionship of southeastern Massachusetts. The team was successful, in a 
measure, through the work of the steady and experienced men who played 
last year, and the efforts of the Captain and the Coach. The games : 




Weymouth, 6; Thayer Acad. ,0. 
Weymouth, 1 1 ; S. Boston, 2. 
Weymouth, 1 1 ; Rockland, 2. 
Weymouth, 6; Braintree, 3. 
Brookline, 5; Weymouth, 2. 


Everett, 3; Weymouth, 2. 
Weymouth, 9; English High, 8. 
Weymouth, 2; Mech. Arts, 0. 
Wev.,6; Brockton, 3, 14 innings. 

14. Rockland, 2; Weymouth, 1. 
16. Cambridge Latin, 5; Wey., 
19. Weymouth, 12; Quincy, 6. 

22. Weymouth, 2; Hingham, 1. 

23. Weymouth, 4; Car Men. 3. 
25. Weymouth, 9; Brockton, 0. 
29. Weymouth, 14; Hingham, 6, 


5. Winthrop. 5; Weymouth, 2. 
10. Medford, 4; Weymouth, 0. 

12. Quincy at Quincy, 

13. Alumni at Weymouth. 


In basket-ball this year the team had a very successful sea- 
son, since a foundation for a good team was laid last year, and 
many men were on hand who had played in other years. Every 
home game, with the exception of one, was a victory. Record : 

17. Weymouth, 44; Watertown,21. 

23. Rockland, 25; Weymouth. 15. 

27. Brockton, 43 ; Weymouth, 33. 


3. Weymouth, 114; Cohasset, 4. 

6. Wey., 33; E. Bridgewater, 19. 

10. Watertown,28; Weymouth, 22. 

13. Brockton, 39; Weymouth, 9. 

30. Wey. 

31 ; Oliver Ames, 15. 

Winthrop, 35 ; Weymouth, 15. 
Weymouth, 30 ; Rockland, 11. 
Melrose. 30 ; Weymouth, 26. 
Wey., 54; E. Bridgewater, 18. 


Whittle (q.b.,Capt.) Holbrook (f.b.) 
Condrick (l.h.b.) Deane (r.h.b.) 

Baker (I.e.) Talbot (l.t.) Rand (l.g.) Hughes (c) Tirrell (r.g) Young (r.t.) Rosnell (r.e.) 

Foot -ball at Weymouth High School has always been a sec- 
ondary proposition. Year after year its interests have been 
sacrificed to better the base-ball team. Never to my knowledge 
has the foot-ball team been provided with suits. Last fall foot- 
ball pants were provided for the last four or five games, but 
they were flimsy affairs and furnished little or no protection to 
the player, who had to supply the rest of his suit, even to stock- 
ings. The fact that from three to five dollars must be expended 
by a candidate to properly equip himself, has a tendency to 
discovr/age many fellows who would be of great assistance in 
making a strong team. It is my firm belief that if the team 
was properly equipped, more candidates would show up for 
practice, which would mean a better team. Let us hope that 
next year we may equal our base-ball record. — C. P. IV., '/_/. 

27. Watertown, 11 ; Weymouth, 0. 
30. Quincy, 41 ; Weymouth, 0. 

6. Xorwood, 26; Weymouth, 0. 
17. Hingham, 26; Weymouth, 12. 

24. Abington, 
31. S. Boston 

1 1 

Weymouth, 0. 
Weymouth, 0. 


4. Whitman, 7 ; Weymouth, 6. 

7. Hingham, 26; Weymouth, 0. 
11. Weymouth, 18; Rockland, 0. 
14. Weymouth, 12 ; Class of '12, 0. 

Alumni, 21 

V) ; Whitman. 0. 
Wevmouth, 0. 


Class of 1914 

Marguerite Beals, Washington St., East Weymouth. 

"Though learned, well-bred ; and though well-bred, sincere." 

Ruth Blake, 87 North St., North Weymouth. 

"Serene and resolute still, and calm and self-possessed." 
Eleanor Blanchard, 880 Washington St., East Weymouth. 

" She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought." 
Ethel Cain, King's Cove, North Weymouth. 

"The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light." 

Winifred Conant, Pleasant St., South Weymouth. 

" True to her work, her word, and her friend." 
Irene Donovan, 29 Foye Ave., Weymouth. 

"Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit." 
Mary Gardner, 42 Adams Place, South Weymouth. 

" It is good to lengthen to the last a sunny mood." 
Catherine Hanlev, 6 Raymond St., East Weymouth. 

"To plague me and to please me, she knows a thousand arts." 
Lillian Harlow, 55 Front St., Weymouth. 

"On with the dance, let joy be unconfined." 
Edith Hollis, 15 Baker Ave., Weymouth. 

"Around her fair young head there ever gleamed an aura bright as 
the sunset sun." 

Susie Humphrey, Middle St., East Weymouth. 

"The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed." 

Helen Hunt, 59 Front St., Weymouth. 

"Thou sayest an undisputed thing in such a solemn way." 
Dorothy Meuse, 24 Center St., East Weymouth. 

" Hearts that feel, and eyes that smile, are the dearest gifts that Hea- 
ven supplies. ' ' 

Florence Murphy, Pleasant St., East Weymouth. 

" Good goods come in small parcels." 
Bertha Nash, 458 Commercial St., Weymouth Heights. 

" Naught of delay is there, or of repose." 
Lucia Nash, Pleasant St., South Weymouth. 

"The world delights in sunny people." 
Edith Newman, 14 Sterling St., Weymouth. 

"Almost to all things could she turn her hand." 
Grace Pierce, Main St., South Weymouth. 

' ' ' Tis true that she is much inclined to chin and talk with all mankind. ' ' 
Ruth Powers, 3G3 Common St., Belmont, Mass. 

"Her voice was ever (?) soft, gentle, and low — an excellent thing in 


Catherine Pratt, Washington St., East Weymouth. 
"A sweet, attractive kind of grace." 


Florence Pray, 97 Broad St., Weymouth. 

" Let us then, be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all 
things keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred professions of 

Margaret Reidv, Pleasant St., East Weymouth. 

"She smiles, and smiles, and will not sigh." 

Susie Trainer, King Ave., Weymouth. 

"For if she will, she will, and there's the end of it." 
Edith Wilde, 37 Prospect St., Weymouth. 

" Sincerity is an openness of heart ; we find it in very few people." 

Clara Wilder, Cedar St., East Weymouth. 

"Come, give us a taste of your quality." 

Mills Baker, 511 Randolph St., South Weymouth. 

"Young fellows will be young fellows." 
Henry Dwver, 324 Washington St., Weymouth. 

" With solemn mien as a screen, he hides his inner self unseen." 
Leo Fraher, 1(38 Middle St., East Weymouth. 

" Push on, keep moving." 

Everett French, 5 Liberty Square, South Weymouth. 

" Let your light so 'shine.'" 
Harold Gloster, 31 Bryant Ave., Weymouth. 

"A man, he seems, of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows." 
Kenneth Holbrook, 403 Pleasant St., South Weymouth. 

" God bless the good-natured, for they bless everybody else." 
Ralph Hollis, Front St., South Weymouth. 

" Politeness is the flower of humanity." 
Russell Reillv, 26 Foye Ave., Weymouth. 

"Cheerfulness, sir, is the principal ingredient in the composition of 


Emil Rosnell, 85 Grant St., East Weymouth. 
" Men of few words are the best men." 

Robert Ryan, 1105 Commercial St., East Weymouth. 

"The value of education, like that of gold, is valued in every place." 
Loring Tirrell, Main St., South Weymouth. 

" Now let it work : mischief thou art afoot, take thou what course 
thou wilt. " 

Norman Walker, 190 Middle St., Eist Weymouth. 

" An honest man is the noblest work of God." 
Charles Wheaton, 16 Station Ave., East Weymouth. 

"And if there's a lady in the case, you know all other things give 

Parker Whittle, 115 Front St., Weymouth. 

" We must bring you to our captain." 
Ralph Young, 456 East St., East Weymouth. 

"As the sun towers above the earth, so does he above the rest of us." 




HE Seniors held a Christmas-New- Year Party in 
the gymnasium January 1, 1914. The feature of 
this party was the huge Christmas tree which held 
a present for every one. Mr. Fraher was lucky 
enough to receive two. This merry-making was re- 
markable on account of the absence of nearly all of the faculty, 
our invited guests. Mr. Hilton, Miss Dwyer, and Mr. Cosgrove 
however did their best to make up for the absence of our other 
guests. Games, music, and dancing were enjoyed during the 

Weymouth High School has a very strong baseball team this 
year, due largely to the school spirit. The girls are supporting 
the team in a remarkable manner, first, by drawing large crowds 
to the games ; second, by attending to the financial side — that 
is, presenting the team with one hundred and thirty-six dollars 
which they earned by giving " The Egyptian Princess"; and 
third, by collecting gate receipts. It is indeed hard for a per- 
son to "get by " nowadays without paying his admission. The 
young ladies should be commended on their earnest efforts. 
Also the boys are in pretty good form, and seem to really desire 
to come off victorious. This is a change for the better from 
some former years when the teams assumed an " I don't care 
attitude. It is all in a life time whether we lose or win." Our 
Manager has booked games with several of the best teams en- 
gaged in High School athletics. Let all do their part in help- 
ing onward " Our Team." 

The Class of 1914 held their first party of the year in the 
Assembly Hall on Tuesday, November 11. The members of 
their sister class of 191(5 were the honored guests on this happy 
occasion, which took place in the afternoon because our princi- 
pal thought the " Sophs " were too young to be out evenings. 
Games in which all partook occupied the first part of the after- 
noon. The remainder of the afternoon a select orchestra fur- 


nished popular music for dancing. The committee in charge 
were : Ethel Cain, Edith Newman, Helen Hunt, Parker Whit- 
tle, Russell Reilly, and Norman Walker. 

Have you noticed that the books in the library have been 
neatly arranged ? Each book is numbered and assigned to a 
particular shelf. Following this new order of affairs is the com- 
mand that every student shall ask permission if he wishes to 
procure a book, also that no one shall take a book from the 
library without first making out a slip for it. This is a warning 
to all to observe these laws. A word to the wise is sufficient. 

The Senior Dance was held in the High School Hall Janu- 
ary 23, 1914. Four hundred invitations were issued to the 
friends of the Seniors. Room Six was prettily transformed into 
a dainty bower by the 1914 Class. Rugs, flowers, basket chairs, 
soft couches and banners made the stern old class room quite 
unrecognizable. The matrons were Mrs. Hanley, Mrs. Hilton, 
Mrs. Conant, and Mrs. Gloster. The music was furnished by 
Shaw's Orchestra of Weymouth. The only discordant note in 
the whole evening's enjoyment was the fact that our principal, 
delaying his farewells too long, missed the last car to his desti- 
nation and was obliged to walk home. Of course that spoiled 
his evening. We, the Seniors, express our regret at such a mis- 
fortune for which, too late, we learned that we were responsible. 

The Senior German Class gave a surprise party to the Junior 
German Class in the gymnasium April 15, 1914. The Seniors, 
aided by Miss Sheehy, had prepared a German programme to 
be followed by German "eats." Then the third period the as- 
tonished Juniors were summoned to the " gym." German songs, 
games, stories, passed away the time, and all spent two most 
enjoyable periods. Mr. Charles Wheaton provided jonquils for 
the occasion. 

The Class of 1916 held a Beauty Contest the first of this 
year. The object of this contest was to decide upon the best 
looking girl in the class. How conceited the children are ! 
Each member of the class and each teacher was requested to 
cast a vote, truthfully revealing their opinion. The decision 
was awarded to Miss Margaret O'Connor of South Weymouth. 

The Monday Club held a lecture in the High School Hall 
February 9, 1914. Mrs. Lucia Ames Mead spoke on " The 
Common Fallacies of Peace and War." Miss Flora MacDon- 
ald, accompanied by Miss Marjorie Keith, sang a solo. 

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The Annual Dance for the benefit of the Athletic Associa- 
tion was held in the High School Hall November 21, 1914. 
The music was furnished by the High School Orchestra, con- 
sisting of sixteen pieces conducted by Mr. James Calderwood. 
Mrs. Hilton, Mrs. Bullock, Mrs. Bauer, and Mrs. Alden re- 
ceived the friends of the pupils. 

The Juniors held their first class party on All Hallow's Eve. 
The gymnasium was artistically decorated with black and 
orange streamers. The host who presided on this occasion died 
long ago. In other words, a skeleton welcomed the guests. An 
auction, with Mr. Cosgrove as auctioneer, provided a great deal 
of amusement. Games, followed by refreshments, occupied the 
first part of the evening. An orchestra, consisting of Miss 
Helen Hunt, Miss Catherine Pratt, and Mr. Howard Richards, 
furnished music for dancing. All passed a most enjoyable 

The Operetta, "The Egyptian Princess," was successfully 
presented to the public twice under the auspices of the High 
School; on February 20, at Odd Fellow's Opera House, East 
Weymouth, and on March 8, at Fogg's Opera House, South 
Weymouth ; once under the auspices of the Ladies' Cemetery 
Circle, at Odd Fellows' Opera House, East Weymouth. The 
net proceeds amounted to two hundred dollars, which is to be 
spent to benefit the School. Much gratitude is due Miss Inez 
Wheaton and Mr. James Calderwood, who were largely respon- 
sible for its success. 

Honor tot 

Number of Times from September, 1913, to June, 1914 

CLASS OF 1914 
Helen Hunt ... 4 
Florence Murphy . . 1 
Ruth Powers ... 4 
Margaret Reidy . . 4 

CLASS OF 1915 

Harry Granger . . 1 | Olive Sylvester . . 2 

CLASS OF 1916 

Ruth Ford . . . 4 1 Fred Abel 3 

I )orothy Hainan . . 4 | Agnes Lyons . . 3 

Arthur White ... 4 

CLASS OF 1917 

Malcolm Canterbury . 4 

Emil Rosnell . . 3 

Robert Ryan . . 1 

Norman Walker . . 2 

Catherine Hanlev . . 1 

Velma Abbott . . 4 

Evelyn Ashton . . 1 

Napoleon Bergeron . . 4 

Marion Howe . • 2 

Wallace Whittle . . 2 

Leon Record . . 1 

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Jffltfee Urtoopg to Conquer 

ICHAEL Flynn was Irish; anyone could tell that. 
While twisting his arduous way through life, Mike 
also twisted his adopted tongue. When anyone at 
the barns heard him say, early like in the morning, 
" How are ye the marnin'?" they would laugh and 
say, " There's the wild Irishman now," and then later, " Sure, 
Mike, I'm fine-like this morning." 

Steve Casey was Irish, and Mike knew Steve in the " Old 
Country." That's why they got a job on the same road gang 
and later on the same street car line. Steve was breaking in 
behind the controller at the same time that Mike was bossing 
his first crew. Whenever Steve happened to pass Mike, and 
see him first, he would shake his fist, and whenever Mike saw 
Steve coming he'd wave insulting-like with his fingers. For all 
that, they were good friends as befitted two from the same sod. 

One morning Michael Flynn arrived at his work — a wash- 
out — a little ahead of time (an unusual occurrence). Mike 
slowly laid down his pick and shovel and took out his pipe to 
have a smoke. He stood still — a favorite pastime of his — and 
admired the scenery, wondering every now and then where the 
Polacks were. 

Mike stood quite a while listening to the birdies singing and 
admiring the wonderful mansion across the fields. It was the 
summer home of Sandys, the money-master of whom Mickey 
had heard it said that, with other men, he hunted bears in the 
market. Mike admired the place very much ; in fact, when he 
had first come over he had hired Tim Carroll's boy to write 
back, describing the wonderful mansion and its still more won- 
derful master to brother Denny across the water. And the 
message Denny sent back ! Mike still remembered it. Remem- 
ber ? Would he ever forget it ? It was as sage and as won- 
derful as the words of O'Connell. It ran thus : 

" Deer Michael i got your letter this morning & iam glad to 
her your saf. Remember wat i tolld you, Michael, i am glad 
to her your near this Sandys for i red in the papers that he is a 
grat man, a fine man. Make this man your trend, Mikey i see 
by the papers he is the gratest man in America. Stick to this 
man and be a gud boy that your mother and i will be prowd of. 
Ex cuse this writing Mikey because Matthew Hardigan (me) 
is doing it for me. Remember what i tolld you. Denny." 

Yes, that was sage and wonderful and Mikey tried to follow 
its advice, yet he almost failed in his first test. 

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He was fast learning that there was a great difference be- 
tween the folks over the water and the folks here. Some folks 
that he had known all the time over there he found to be dif- 
ferent here, somehow. He couldn't understand it. Coming home 
of an evening it happened. 

A disabled touring-car was drawn up at the side of the road, 
and the car stopped beside it and then went on again. There 
was a general craning forward of necks and a buzz of conversa- 
tion. Mike only glanced at the two men who came up the aisle, 
seeing that they were both young and neither laborers and re- 
solved to keep his seat. At a second glance, however, he 
rubbed his eyes in doubt. He had seen that face before in the 
headings of newspapers. It was Sandys of whom Denny had said, 
" He is a grat man, a gud man Make this man your frend." 

Denny had not brought Mikey up in vain, for he rose, doffed 
his hat, and said with an awkward bow, " Mister Sandys, tak' 
my seat." It was a tribute, straight from the heart, but the 
man did not see it as such, for he only turned a dull red and 
looked puzzled, and said to his companion, "Who is this fellow?" 

Mike was terrified, the voice was so cutting. That such a man- 
ner could go with such a record as this man had was beyond 
him. But he was fast learning that a good record in this land 
sometimes means only a path builded on the dead hopes of 
others, and strewn with the broken shafts of their lives. So all 
the way home the two stood there, the empty seat between 
them. When Mike swung off at the barn he was cold and blue 
from his first experience with millionaires. 

Mikey was listening to the birdies that sang, and to the wind 
that sang, and to the trees, and other things that were sharing 
the bounties of Nature's voice, that was making itself heard 
loud-like. He had just scraped the dying remains from his pipe, 
and the dead thoughts from his mind, when a new, more vibrant 
note introduced itself into the song. Looking up, he saw the 
first car of the day coming down the track with Steve at the 
brake and forty Polacks hanging on behind. 

Steve never ought to have gone on to that piece of track over 
that wash-out. He didn't know that the rain had been under- 
mining those ties for a week, but he never thought of danger, 
having wrapped himself in God's mercy. Anyway, he came 
swinging along, with the street door shut and the inner door 
open. On the step was a man preparing to alight. 

Then, as the car struck the wash-out where the rails sagged, 
it lurched and Steve had need of God's mercy for fair. That 
is, God's mercy and Mike Flynn. 

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When Mikey saw the car make as if to jump the track he 
breathed a short prayer and promptly jammed his shovel under 
the wheel to keep the car on. The wheels spit fire but clung 
to the rail, with Mikey running along and shoving the shovel 
under at critical moments. Men inside shouted and the one 
outside screamed. The wires sang hot overhead. Steve dropped 
on to the step to go back and pull off the trolley. Mikey 
jumped at each effort. The veins stood out like whipcords on 
his brow, and his breath came in quick, heaving gasps. 

" Are ye c-c-coomin' down noow, Steve Ca-a-sey ? Steve, 
are ye — " 

The grit flew into his mouth and choked him, and the elec- 
tricity sparking from the wheels blinded him. At each step 
every muscle in his body throbbed. And the man was holding 
Steve Casey on the step in a terrified embrace. Mike was dead 
tired, numb, blue in the face. 

"Are ye c-coomin' down noow, Steve ? Look out ! Steve ! 
Look out !" 

The spread rail, the leaning pole, both spelled death to the 
men on the step. It would crush them to an insensible mass 
when the car jumped — and they realized it. And so did God 
— and Mikey Flynn. And He nerved Micky. 

To thrust in the shovel and keep the car on meant a broken 
arm, or a broken leg, or a broken life. And Mikey was as ready 
as any other man could be to do the right, as brother Denny 
gave him to see the right. He distinctly realized that as he 
thrust it. Then he realized no more. 

Mike awoke to the sound of soothing words and rough ca- 
resses, and broken shouts, and to the feel of blood that matted 
his hair, and stained his face, and covered his body. His head 
was in a professional man's lap and Steve Casey was saying ex- 
ultantly, " Sure, an' he says as you'll live, Mikey." 

A mob was raging around one end of the car which was 
crash up against the pole with its motors buried in mud. Mike 
could hear the shouting of honest Irish words, and Tim Carroll 
and Jim Casey came around one end leading a man. When 
they came nearer, Mike almost fainted. It was Sandys. 

Jim Casey, who knew the whole story, was loath to bring him 
at all, but finally let him come to a point near Mike from where 
he yelled something about "life, hero, reward, money, grateful." 

'* Is that all ?" asked Jim grimly, when he had finished. 

Sandys mumbled something about shaking something. 

It was a great moment for Mikey Flynn. Raising his head 
he said weak-like, "James, who is this fellow ?" 1 hen he shook 
hands, which certainly proves that he was Irish. — ^9^5- 


elate of 1913 



Herman Bates 
Harold Burre 
John Dizer . 
Alanson Eddy 
Allen Fearing 
Elbridge Gardner 
Roland Haviland 
R. Clifton Healey 
Richard Lyons 
Joseph McLaughli 
John Melville 
Carlton Murphy 
Louis Nolan 
Urban Nolan 
Fred Philbrick 
William Reid 
Bowdoin Smitl 
James Sweeney 
James Tonry 
Otto Wagner 
George Webber 

. Turner Art Co. 
Tufts Dental 
Amherst Agricultural College 
Office Work 
. Working 
Norwich Military School 
Office Work 
. Boston College 
University of Maine 
. Boston College 
Shipper at Stetson Factory 
Hawley's Electrical School 
. Working 
. Working 
. Working 
. Boston College 
Amherst Agricultural College 
. Working 
Office Work 
Boston University 
. Working 

Alice L. Bentley 

Bridsfewater Normal 

Edith C. Bicknell 
Una Carlton 
Frances Denlinger 
Ethelyn Doble 
Helen Field 
Isabelle Griffin 
May Hanley 
Helen Hanley 
Irene Higgins 
Madeline Hunt 
Agnes Kelley 

Mt. Holyoke 
Office Work 
Office Work 
Office Work 
Office Work 
Private Secretary 
Studying Violin 
Studying Music 
At Home 
Office Work 
Office Work 

Dorothy Leavitt 
Helen Lincoln 
Eva Mac Donald 
Mildred Magee 

Traveling Companion 
Miriam McGrory At Home 

Mildred Newcomb Hingham Hank 
Alice O'Connor 
Velma Richardson 
Adella Rix 
Hester Swan 
Martha Tirrell 
Sarah Trainer 

Normal Art 
Office Work 

Office Work 
Office Work 
Office Work 
Studying Music 
Office Work 


Sfumor Smttalgramg 

Mamma's Little Angel. 
Races Past Cars. 
Reports With Buoyancy. 
Always Looks Correct. 
Can't Fool " Connie." 
Chats Along Corridors. 
Accomplishes Extraordinary 


Capable Useful Girl. 
Very Lucky at Games. 
Manipulates With Keys. 
A Candy Kid. 
Always Ragtimes Lightly. 
Ever Merry. 

Always Keeps Moving. 
Talent For Note-writing. 
Has Southern News. 
Keenly Enjoys Retaliation. 
Often Does Studying. 
Always Enjoys Talking. 
Fans Like Vender. 
Really No Girl. 
Reports Tomorrow. 
Doesn't Hide Merriment. 
Excusable M'ss Tease. 
Ever Loves Adornment. 
Little Helping Comrade. 

#ratmanon pernors; 

Class Ode . 
Historian . 
Prophets . 
Dance Committee Chairman 
Banquet Committee Chairman 

Margaret Reidy 
Norman Walker 
. Helen Hunt 
Edith Newman 
Florence Murphy 
Ruth Powers, Henry Dwyer 
Norman Walker 
Susie Humphrey 

Class Motto — Spectemur Agendo 

Class Play— "My Lord in Livery" 


Lord Thirlmere (H.M.S. " Phlegethon") Mr. Parker Whittle 
Spigott ( an old family butler ) . . Mr. Emit Rosnell 

Hopkins (a footman) . . . Mr. Harold Gloster 

Robert ( a small page ) . . . Mr. Russell Reilly 

Sybil Amberly ( daughter of Sir George Amberly ) 

Miss Ethel Cain 

Laura ) , ^ er friends ) \ ^ tss Dorothy A. Meuse 

Rose j ^ r • ; \ Miss Edith K. Newman 


( Continued from page 6 ) 

dismal as a tomb. And still Mckee sat on. Wild thoughts of 
bloodshed and murder came into his mind, only to be succeeded 
by ones of greater carnage. And still he sat on. Finally, when 
he had given up all hope, the teacher stirred in her seat and 
looked toward him. 

" Well, Mr. Mckee, what explanation have you to offer for 
your failure today?" she asked. 

Mckee said nothing. 

" It isn't only for today that I made you report. I wanted to 
warn you. I'm getting tired of your silly, childish attitude in 
class. Lately, you have been trying to amuse the others by 
little tricks that don't amount to anything. If they were only 
funny, it would be all right. By they aren't even funny. 
They're only the antics of someone who tries to be funny and 
can't. I want you to stop. Will you ?" 

Mckee looked genuinely sincere as he answered, "HI try." 

" I'm glad to hear it, for you're too big a boy now to be wast- 
ing your time the way you do. You're way down in your stud- 
ies, and I know it's not from lack of brains. A boy with your 
ability ought to make a great deal more out of himself than 
you do. You're wasting time. Today, you did recite fairly well 
and you could do so every day, because you have the ability. I 
wouldn't waste my time if I were you, but would try to get 
more out of it. Will you try to get more out of it ?" 

"Yes," answered Mckee, the picture of determination. 

" Now from here on, I want you to take some interest in 
your work. That's what you're here for. What are your par- 
ents sending you here to school for if it's not to study ? Aren't 
they putting themselves out to accomodate you ? And you are 
not justifying their efforts in the least. Mckee, from here on, I 
want you to pay attention to your studies and make your par- 
ents and your school proud of you." 

" I will," said Mckee, in a voice that had that of any prodigal 
son skun a mile. And then to carry out his good intentions 
and to show that he was in full faith he meekly inquired, 
" What's the lesson for tomorrow?" 

Ten minutes iater, Madam Hart was preparing to leave the 
room when she heard through the open window the sound of 
the basement door open and bang shut. Simultaneously, the 
corridor door opened and some one passed out. 

" Yay, Bugs !" came a greeting. 

" Yay, Mac ! Where you been ?" "Reporting to Dame Hart." 


" No," quoth " Bugs" Sawyer, " You don't say. Moral lec- 
ture? What'd you get it for? Dunn just gimme one." 

A boy with your ability,' and all that stuff?" asked Mc- 
kee, wearily. 

" Yup, and give your parents some return for sending you 

" Same here. I got that too." 

" Well," said Bugs, " I got one thing out of mine." 
"What's that?" 

"I got my mark changed from 60 to 72." 

" Huh !" snorted Mckee, the penitent, in derision, " That's 
nothing. Do you know what I did ?" " What ?" 

" I got the marks of everyone in the division for this term. 
Book laying right in front of me. I got all of 'em. My own 
made me weep though." 

Sitting idle at her desk, the teacher gazed up and down at 
the rows of hackneyed seats with rising emotions. The slight 
breeze, coming in at the window, flicked the curtain to and fro, 
and stirred the papers in the file. Faintly in the distance came 
the joyful snicker of youth. — 1915- 


Those who have earned their "CU" for Base-Ball (not including the sea- 
son of 1913) are: Cornelius Condrick, '15; Leo Fraher, 14; Harold Glos- 
ter, '14; Vincent Gorman, '15; Vance Monroe, "15; Russell Reilly, '14; 
Frank Vender, '15. 

Those to whom the Track " W" have been awarded are : Leo Camp- 
bell, '17; Robert Hyatt, '17; Gerald Procter, '16; Bryant Sprague, '17; 
Edward Sweet, '16; Ralph Talbot, '15 (Captain ). 

Those who are entitled to the Foot-Ball "SK" are : Mills Baker, '14 ; 
Louis Borlenghi, '15; Anthony Cassesse, '15; Cornelius Condrick, '15; 
Almon Deane, '15; Henry Dwyer, '14; Harold Gloster, '14; John Hughes, 
'17; Kenneth Holbrook, '14; 'Philip Haviland, '16; Charles Palmer, "17; 
William Rand, '15; Emil Rosnell, '14; Ralph Talbot, '15; Loring Tir- 
rell, ' 14 ; Parker Whittle, ' 14 (Captain ) ; Ralph Young, '14. 

Basket-Bail "W" men are: Edward Bates, '15; Mills Baker, '14; 
Cornelius Condrick, '15; Almon Deane, '15 ( Captain ) ; Leo Fraher, 14; 
Russell Reilly, '14; Kenneth Richardson, '15. 


Sept. 25. Rockland at Weymouth. 
Oct. 2. S. Boston at Weymouth. 
Oct. 9. Rockland at Rockland. 
Oct. 14. Dedham at Dedham. 
Oct. 16. Hmgham at Hingham. 
Oct. 21. Watertown at Wevmouth 


Oct. 30. Abington at Abington. 
Nov. 6. Hingham at Weymouth. 
Nov. 13. Abington at Weymouth. 
Nov. 20. Milton at Milton. 
Nov. 26. Alumni at Wevmouth. 
















Corrtbor €cf)oes 

Heard in the Hall — Deane's tie. 

Miss C-rt-s— " Perhaps if you removed 
what is in your mouth we might be able to 
understand you." 

Student, brusquely — "It's only my 

' ' . . . magno fletu . . . pelere coepemnt. ' ' 
G-LLM-R — "He cried with many tears and 
then began to weep.'" 

Giggles rose from all sides of the French 
IV' Class when Miss D-st asked for the im- 
perfect subjunctive of venir. It's " Vance " 
\vinsse). One pupil blushed. Do you know 
why ? 

"Joe, you gotta joke for th' Paper ?" 
" Yeh! Here's a picture of th' Senior 

"... poUlciti sunt ..." 

"... there are the politicians. . ." 

Miss Sh---v— "What makes you think 
Echo was a female spirit ?" 

T — t — "Oh! She was alwavs answering 

Miss D--h---t (On the first day of school) 
— "Are there any J's in this class ?" 
How could you ask that of the Seniors ? 

" Xow, Daniels, tell me why the word hasta 
is the subject of est." 

" Because it begins with a capital letter." 

Of course it was the Freshman, on the first 
day of school, who walked up to the Senior 
and asked, "Are you the Headmaster ?" 

Just imagine ! It was the Captain of the 

Miss C-ha.m — " An optimist is a man who 
can see the doughnut, while a pessimist can 
only see the hole in it." 

Dwyer appreciated Miss Sm-th's solicitous 
regard for his welfare in so earnestly advis- 
ing him not to inconvenience himself in any 
way about giving his special topic. 

To reluctant advertisers. 
Man is Dust ! Be a Man ! 

Dust settles ! 

$atrom?e #ur gfotoerttsiers; 

|E want a paper, and we want a good paper, at 
Weymouth High. We want the students in the 
years to come to have a paper, a good paper, as 
much as we want to have one now, ourselves. 
I Now, unfortunately, our subscription price is not 
large enough nor our subscription list long enough to sup- 
port the paper without advertisements. Therefore we have 
to have " ads." 

Now, tradesmen in Weymouth will help give Weymouth 
High a good paper because it is their sons and daughters 
who make up the High School. But no tradesman anywhere, 
at home or abroad, will help an institution that gives no re- 
turns ; and returns mean "increased trade "; and increased 
trade is obtained only if every member of Weymouth High 
School patronizes our advertisers. Therefore our slogan and 
plea for the year is Patronize Our Advertisers. 

Here They Are — Patronize Them 


John Hanson George Torre y Stowell Brothers 

Marshall Sprague Stetson Shoe R. J. Talbot 

Gordon Willis Lowell's Express So. Weymouth Laundry 


H. A. Tirrell Thorwald Hansen Clapp Memorial 

L. A. Lebbossiere Minot P. Garey Reidy's Pharmacy 

F. H. Sylvester Albert Humphrey 

George M. Hoyt Arthur Cuningham 


C. C. Jordan C. I). Harlow W. S. Jordan 

Geo. H. Harris O. W. Trainer C. M. Price & Co. 

K. W. Hunt C. P. Whittle A. J. Richards & Son 


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